Fetish

Minutes later she came upstairs and into the lounge. Spotting me, she came over to the table. I was on my second drink as her drink had been sitting long enough to get warm. Her napkin was damp from the condensation. We extended hands and formally introduced ourselves and then I ordered another round. This was the time for me to get up close to and not show weakness of my spirit. M spirit...Read On

It had been a challenge for me to control my arousal by the sight of spread-eagled, vibrator penetrated Liz as she lay bound and gagged on the photo studio bed, but the task of properly lighting and framing the shots kept me on my game. Besides, I could enjoy the results at my leisure during the editing process. I hated to see this session end, but I had all the frames I needed and then...Read On

Jerry is tired of women after a nasty divorce so buys a sex doll with some strange consequences.

Jerry Reynold sat between an older man and a teenager who chewed loudly on a gum and blew bubbles. The subway car was packed with people and the stench of wet clothes and perfume mixed with the stale air. The train came into a station and Jerry looked for the name. Christ, he thought, I still have three more stops to go. He adjusted his position in the hard plastic seat and closed his eyes....Read On

My body was tense with anticipation as I watched TV and tried to ignore the beautiful fur rug in front of the fireplace. It was Friday night and I was doing my regular gig as babysitter for the children of Jack and Chrissie Tanner, who lived across the street from us. At seventeen, I was probably a bit old for babysitting, but it gave me a bit of extra pocket change and the Tanners were...Read On

Touch football had been left behind, my life now consumed with academic studies, and learning about myself as well as Barb; her likes, her dislikes, and of course her hot buttons. She was particularly fond of Friday nights in my ’48 Dodge, Bessie, out on the old road, our favorite makeout spot. It was rarely travelled, very secluded, a perfect spot to engage in Sex Ed long before it was...Read On

I met her while I was searching. Searching the woods in hope of finding erotic trees. Trees with branches that reached in my directions. My directions being my sexual mind and the leafs being a similar genre as I. Trees the people with my kindred eroticism. I am a person without labels but I do prefer associating with like minded people. People who are open and not adverse to sexual escapades...Read On

I was so excited! Who would have ever thought that only one month after graduating from college, I would land such a great job? Even though my starting position was to be one of the receptionists at a growing internet fashion company, it was still such a lucky break for a twenty-two-year-old to get her foot in the door. After a week of training, I was ready to report and when I entered the...Read On

Diane ramped up her exhibitionism with quite a few risky adventures, planned and assisted by Jim, Allan and myself. Sometimes Leah joined her. I might relate some of these episodes in a later set of stories. But this sequence is devoted to my descent into humiliation and submissiveness, so I will stay with that theme. By now Diane delighted in demonstrating to her friends that I would...Read On

Author's note: this is a standalone story and not part of my Cuckquean Diaries. It is loosely based on a tale I was told by a close friend, in a borrowed t-shirt and jogging trousers, over Eggs Florentine and strong black coffee the next morning. Names have been changed to protect the very very naughty. *** "Two tequilas please!" My friend Margot leans over the bar, waving to attract...Read On

Jerry somewhat embarrassed by an exhibitionist wife, cheating, and his wife at a party.

When Jerry arrived at the Sloan's, Loren was already there, drink in hand, speaking with the host of the soiree, Don Sloan. He was sitting catty corner to her, glancing at her crossed legs every few moments, totally fascinated. Loren pretended not to notice, but from the way her leg moved and from the way of her flip-flop dangled, there could have been no question of her awareness. ...Read On

I keep it hanging in the back of my closet year round. It took me years to obtain one that suited my needs so I do not put it away Halloween ends. I remember relating the story of my long and fruitless search to a young waitress. She informed me in a matter of fact manner that she was an accomplished seamstress and could sew one for a small fee and the cost of the materials. It's made...Read On

“What the hell are we going to tell the doctor when we get there? Did you even think of that? No, I'm sure you didn't." Yes, Mike was upset and I couldn’t blame him. After all, he was in pain and a trip to the emergency room is not the way anyone wants to spend an evening. Obviously, I wasn’t surprised at his outburst and, on reflection, I probably should have thought more about my...Read On

A phone rings, "Hello..." "Hi Joyce." "Hello Gert, how are you?" "Pretty good, my new job is going well and I won a hundred and fifty in Bingo last night. I was waiting for "O-75" and the room was so quiet as everyone was checking their cards, then I saw I had it and no one else hollered Bingo, two days pay, just like that!" "Oh that's good, are you going to buy that new pair of dress...Read On

Mary visits her favorite client, who has a taste for the sweeter things in life...

I was feeling anxious as I knocked on Ryan's door. Of all my clients, Ryan was my favorite. It wasn't because he was younger or more handsome than the others. It was because of how different he was. Ryan wasn't like any of the other clients. He didn't invite me over, fuck me, pay me, and then kick me out. He treated me like an actual person and not just some sex doll. But what makes him...Read On

Before the five for a quarter on the juke, and before many rolls of fence wire. In my post Sammy Kaye days, while attending Dartmouth College, I took up muscle toning. Usually several times a day, I would stretch my weasel, hoping it would spit the wild wood flower and turn into a tree. It was while spitting my seed in the kitchen of a grits house, that I came upon my future troth....Read On

We were walking near the shoreline along a sandy trail. It was summer and my family was staying at a rented house in a town on the Texas coast. Janie was a girl I met the first day we were there. She was short pixie of a raven haired girl. She was staying the next house over from us. She was the same age as me. This was the first summer after I started college and I was on vacation from...Read On

If only she knew what I was up to; if only she knew my craving for her ass...

Three more bends up the hill, and I would be back in the safe havens of the hostel. I had been jogging at quite a brisk pace for over two miles now. But the early morning fog and the ensuing chill caught up every time you stopped for a breather. In this merciless December winter, the body sought warmth above everything else. A lot more was on my mind however, as I stopped by the...Read On

“All set. According to my monitor here, you have just a small heart murmur. Nothing too concerning, I’ll schedule a follow-up appointment so we can look at it in detail.” Nurse Jackie went over to the large monitor on the wall and pointed to an unusual looking peak on the ECG screen. In a whirlwind of activity, she had printed a number of medical forms and removed her gloves. “Here, I’ll...Read On

How can one hand wash the other when the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing?

She should have called the cops on me. I probably shouldn't have been where I was, and I certainly should not have been doing what I was doing. Maybe she didn't because she shouldn't have done what she did either. There is a slightly twisted and convoluted story of how my very straight brother became the operations manager of a gay and lesbian bar. I'll spare you the details. Probably...Read On

Farida grabbed a sandwich before making her way to the library. She was so grateful for Anderson's help that she was almost glad that Mrs. Barrington had taken sick leave. Not that Farida wished her any harm but she had been nowhere near as dedicated to her students as Anderson evidently was. In his lectures, the theatre seemed to come alive somehow with his passion for the subject in a...Read On

Foot massages for his girlfriend's friends leads to a night tied in nylon.

I was sitting around my house watching TV and just waiting for my girlfriend, Karen, to come over after she went out with some of her friends for drinks. Karen is a gorgeous, buxom brunette, about 5’10” with long hair and captivating brown eyes, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her after a long few days apart. I rose when the doorbell rang and opened the door to find Karen dressed...Read On

Jerry loves wife Loren's feet and flat shoes but is not as exhibitionistic as she demands.

When Jerry came home from work that evening he was surprised to find his wife, Loren, seated, cross legged on the couch, shoes off, in her stocking feet. The surprise was simply due to the fact that she rarely got home before him, and when she had, she was in the habit of remaining fully dressed. Now, she was in a new pink slip he had never seen before. "What do you think of these sexy...Read On

Mary couldn’t get Jane’s face out of her mind. “Can’t you go any faster?” Sandy called out. Mary didn’t think she could, but she tried. She was dragging Sandy’s third and final pair of suitcases up the stairs. The third floor would have been no problem with the elevator; but Sandy wanted her to walk. Of course, Mary walked. Sandy giggled. Breathing heavily, Mary pulled the large...Read On

“Will you hurry up with that down there? My bedroom is a real mess, I can’t get a good night’s sleep like that.” “Yes Sandy, I’m almost done.” Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, and Mary was on her knees wiping up a puddle of coke from the floor. After several hours of cleaning and washing for Sandy, she was almost resigned to her new situation. Just enough, anyway, to have begun...Read On

Sandy had moved in on Sunday. Monday morning, Mary started keeping secrets. They multiplied fast, and she got better at lying even faster. She was almost proud of it. Mary told her mother her budget wasn’t working out after all. Mum was incredibly sweet about it. She wouldn’t hear Mary apologize or put herself down. Paying your way through college was hard these days, much harder than it...Read On